Jasmine's POV
My body was frozen solid. Each breath felt like swallowing glass.
The blade pressed against my neck hummed with malevolent power. I could sense its thirst for blood, the way it yearned to slice through flesh and bone.
Terror had paralyzed every muscle. My wolf cowered deep inside, too frightened to surface.
Then the world exploded.
The door burst apart in a shower of splinters and dust. My friends poured through the wreckage like avenging angels.
Rage burned in their eyes. Luis's sword gleamed as he rolled through the demolished entrance.
Blood dripped from Lina's extended talons. The floor trembled under Stephen's thunderous footsteps, raw power emanating from his massive frame.
Sylvia's father glanced toward the chaos for just an instant. That split second was all Aunt Naia required.
